Ye Xiong shook his head. He had only heard that the Lengmo Dagger was the inheritance of Dragon Soul, but he had never seen it before, let alone its origin.
"Lengmo, formerly known as Dragon Scale, is said to have been made by the famous swordsmith Ou Yezi during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. After it was cast, it was used in the palace as a torture instrument for lingchi. After decades of being a torture instrument, the dagger was stained
The blood was poured out and countless grievances gathered, so the dagger was as cold as ice."
"The dragon scale dagger has been passed down for generations, and those who get it have no good end. So there is a rumor among the people that this dagger is an ominous thing, and anyone who gets it will turn into a demon, and it is an evil weapon."
"At that time, Chief No. 3 accidentally got this thing. Instead of keeping it, he designated it as the inheritance of Dragon Soul. Chief No. 3 said that there is no distinction between good and evil in daggers. The dagger is the one who uses it.
The divine weapon that upholds justice is used evilly, and this is an evil weapon."
Ye Xiong stared blankly at the dagger on the ground, still shocked by the feeling of holding the knife just now.
At that moment, there seemed to be endless resentment, passed through the cold dagger, into his heart, making him unable to hold it at all.
I don't believe that I can't control you.
Ye Xiong held the dagger again.
A bone-chilling feeling went straight into my soul, and there were thousands of feelings that I couldn't explain, but there was endless fear.
The cold ink buzzed and trembled, as if it was about to fall out of the palm.
Within Ye Xiong's body, the Dragon Spin Internal Skill was activated. His five fingers were like iron clamps, holding the dagger tightly, withstanding the impact of the dagger.
I don't know how much time passed, but the dagger finally stopped moving and was held obediently in Ye Xiong's hand.
At this time, Ye Xiong was already sweating profusely.
Long Tianya was very surprised, as if he didn't expect that Ye Xiong could conquer Leng Mo Dagger so quickly, with an unexpected expression on his face.
Ye Xiong pulled out a hair and blew off the blade. The hair was broken into two pieces. It turned out to be a sharp tool for blowing and breaking hair.
He likes the ink soldier he is using now, and he can't put it down even more with this cold ink weapon.
"Do you know why I gave Leng Mo to you?" Long Tianya suddenly asked.
"Could it be that you can't trust the person who will take over the Dragon Soul?" Ye Xiong replied.
"This is just one aspect, there is another aspect, because I think you are very similar to this dagger."
"What do you mean?" Ye Xiong asked strangely.
"You will understand in the future." After Long Tianya finished speaking, he waved his hand and said: "Now, except for three people in Dragon Soul, no one knows that you are still alive. The three people who brought you here just now are also my confidants.
, I don’t know who you are, I hope you can take care of yourself in the future, go back!”
After Long Tianya finished speaking, he waved his hand and asked Ye Xiong to leave. Then he walked to the window and stood, looking at the world of blooming flowers and plants outside.
"It's time for me to enjoy some happiness." Long Tianya murmured.
After returning the same way and arriving at the provincial bus station, the three of them threw him to the side of the road and walked away.
Ye Xiong stood on the side of the road, not knowing whether he was happy or sad.
From Long Tianya's words, he knew that he was completely free and the organization would not look for him again. He should be happy, but why, he was always unsure!
Ye Xiong touched the cold ink dagger through his clothes, and suddenly his mind lit up.
"Damn it, I fell for this old fool."
As the Lengmo Dagger is inherited from the Dragon Soul, the newly appointed chief will definitely ask Long Tianya to retrieve it. If he knew that it was taken by him, wouldn't it be a big trouble?
This dagger is a hot knife!
Unexpectedly, this guy would trick me before retiring.
Ye Xiong twitched the corner of his mouth and walked to the bus station. He decided that from now on, he would never use the cold ink dagger unless it was absolutely necessary to avoid causing trouble.
At the provincial bus station, there is an endless stream of people, coming and going from north to south, and the personnel are complex.
Ye Xiong was about to go to the station to catch a bus, but found that he had no money with him. His mobile phone and wallet were confiscated by the police before being escorted to the provincial capital. In other words, he now had no money to buy a ticket.
It was getting late, and we were about to arrive at the last bus.
Ye Xiong shrugged his shoulders, feeling helpless. It seemed that he had to be a gentleman for a time.
After wandering around the square, Ye Xiong spotted a shy upstart, stole his wallet, pulled out a few boss heads, and stuffed them in again.
The whole process was done without anyone noticing.
With great difficulty, I waited for the car and got in it.
Ye Xiong was full of hope and wanted to see if a beautiful girl could sit next to him and have a romantic encounter. Who knew that the beautiful girl was waiting for him, but she was about five years old with pigtails?
Little beauty.
He's still so young, how long do he have to wait before he can eat it?
Evil, Ye Xiongfa felt that he was evil again.
"Uncle, you took my seat." The little girl said seriously, holding the ticket in her hand.
"Little sister, it's a night bus now. There are many seats on the bus, so just sit wherever you want." Ye Xiong pointed to the empty seat next to him and said with a smile.
"No, my mother said, you must follow discipline when riding in the car." The little girl raised her mouth and said seriously.
"Then did your mother tell you that you should learn to be flexible and not stick to the rules?" It was a long distance and there were not many people in the car, so Ye Xiong couldn't help teasing the little girl with a smile.
"My mother told me that anyone who smiles at me and strangers must be a bad guy."
The smile on Ye Xiong's face froze.
Behind the little girl, a gray-haired old man came over and said with a smile: "Sir, I'm sorry, my granddaughter is still young and not sensible, so don't take it personally."
You are not sensible yet, these round eyes are like an adult.
Ye Xiong gave him a thumbs up and praised: "You are so smart. You will definitely be a great person when you grow up."
"You are so discerning." The little girl raised her lips proudly!
This was the first time for Ye Xiong to see such a charming little Luo Li, and he immediately couldn't laugh or cry.
"Yuyou, come and sit here with grandpa." The old man shouted to the back.
Little Luo Li blinked at Ye Xiong and ran behind.
The journey was long, and Ye Xiong was sleeping with his eyes closed, when he suddenly found something tugging at his nostrils. The little Loli just now ran up to him out of nowhere, took a piece of paper and twisted it into a root shape, teasing him.
Ye Xiong grabbed one of her hands, opened his eyes, and pretended to be fierce.
"You know your uncle is a bad guy, but you still dare to come here to tease me. Aren't you afraid that I'll spank you?"
"Uncle is not a bad person."
Instead of being afraid, little Luo Li sat down next to Ye Xiong and said with a smile: "Mom said that the eyes are the windows to the soul. The way bad people look at me is different."
"Then why did you call me the big bad guy just now?"
"I want to see if you feel guilty?"
Ye Xiong's head is full of black lines. This little Luo Li is too powerful. How old is she? She is already so powerful. When she grows up, can she be a politician?
I really don't know what kind of woman she is, training her daughter to be like this. Ye Xiong really has the urge to know what kind of woman little Luo Li's mother is.